“God she hated the dance. A blow to the cheek one minute and discussing a romantic getaway the next. It was the… — Aleatha Romig Copy Share Image
“She sat back down, arms once again crossed over her breasts. It was the most direct she’d ever spoken to him, and… — Aleatha Romig Copy Share Image
“Tony poured wine into each glass and handed one to Claire. “Do you remember when we had wine at the Red Wing?”… — Aleatha Romig Copy Share Image
“Perhaps the rest of the world was gone. It was the most plausible answer. Heaven knows she couldn’t see or think of… — Aleatha Romig Copy Share Image
“In their figurative game of chess, Anthony Rawlings had Claire in check. Every move she made, he countered.” — Aleatha Romig Copy Share Image
“He spoke again as if he hadn’t just shattered his promise and her security. Her house of glass now lay in a… — Aleatha Romig Copy Share Image
